Purpose & Paths
With purpose and reason, but in judged pace, it is out the door at a second floor apartment. Down steps with walls that strongly hold smoke that filled this hallway hours ago as the downstairs tenant does not do the decent thing and go outside with his cigarettes. Auto-pilot drives the two over streets run a dozen times or more by now. For the third or fourth time we end at Blue Hills and enter the magical trails stuck in the middle of suburbia with its’ roads riff with pedestrians, cars, and miserable man made sidewalks pitifully incapable of comparing to nature’s touch of pure paths.
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